Pushing through the crowd of drunk and smelly people I spotted Axel in the corner of the club. He was waiting for me in the blank spot, which wasn't noticeable from Andrew's VIP section. I wasn't thrilled about being back at this place, but once you get yourself involved with someone and more specifically ask them for a favor you cannot possibly expect them to do it for free.
With a hood on – so Andrew wouldn't see me - I tried to stay low and quickly have this over with. Once I approached Axel he only nodded, motioning for us to go inside of some dirty out of order toilet.
"So..." I began grimacing at the awful smell of puke, hardly containing my own. "What's up?" I tried to stay indifferent, but inside I was dying to have this over with.
Axel handed me a backpack, and this couldn't be good. "What's this?" I asked, even though I already knew.
His brows frowned at my comment. "Check," he said shortly with his deep voice making it so much more intimidating.
Opening the bag, I managed to control my nerves and check the inside.
"Weed? I didn't ask for any orders," I glanced at him confused.
"This is for the little favor I did for you with those boys. Sell it at school, I want all the profit this time. No funny business, I have it calculated. And if you do well, next time we can split."
Feeling my throat tighten I swallowed with difficulty. "Ugh, this sounds great and all but... I no longer sell weed at school."
Suddenly the large man chuckled, a behavior I never thought he was capable of, which made it even scarier. "Reason?"
"W-w.. Well, I nearly got caught so... this wouldn't be smart," I stuttered and lied, when in reality my consciousness wouldn't let me do it.
"Then don't get caught," he spat through gritted teeth, clearly growing frustrated.
"I still don't thi-" getting cut off, I couldn't believe he just hit me in the face.
Hardly maintaining my balance, I felt blood from biting into my tongue. "The fuck!" I screamed holding my right cheek, feeling the pulsating sharp pain under my hand.
"Listen, little girl, I give you a week to bring me the money, this will teach you to not ask for help in the future. You work for me now, and I can snap you like a twig that you are. Got it?" he threatened and I winced afraid he was going to hit me again.
"I could sell at a different club! Just, please... Not my school," I muttered through the tears.
"No," he discarded. "Andrew has people at every place in this town, but not your school. I checked, it's a perfect place. A week kid," he finished and left me alone in the toilet.
Sliding onto the floor I swore and screamed – Circle of never-ending karma.
That same night was followed by a series of unfortunate events.
Firstly, Tommy has randomly messaged me at night saying he was going to be away for a few days. Apparently, his dad decided to take him on a business trip. Either way, I wasn't looking forward to not having him around. I was getting used to his babbling and forced company.
Secondly, James's new girlfriend disappeared like all of the previous ones he has brought over. It wasn't surprising, because there were at least two new ones every couple of months or so, however, this meant he was going to focus on me.
And exactly that just happened. Woken up by pain and screams, this time my own. Not sure how long it lasted, but all I knew was that I couldn't move, passing out at some point overwhelmed by pain.

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Marshall, You're Not Alone (GxG)
Teen FictionBook two. A spin-off to "Ms. Jones You're My Trigger", following Marshall's story. Experience a story of a seventeen years old orphan, who has never been blessed with care, love, or even a chance to explain herself when other children got her in tro...